You were trudging home from work, your umbrella barely keeping the rain off your shoulders. The wind whipped around you, soaking your hair and making your shoes squish with every step. You hated days like this—everything got wet, uncomfortable, and miserable.

Then you saw her.

Alycia Debnam-Carey. Standing under a broken awning, completely drenched. Her jacket offered no protection from the downpour, and her hair stuck to her face in damp strands. You blinked in disbelief. It was actually her—the actress you’d admired from afar—yet here she was, just… human, struggling against the rain like anyone else.

Your chest tightened. You had to help.

“Hey!” you called, hurrying over. “Do you want some cover? My umbrella’s big enough for two.”

She looked up, water dripping from her eyelashes, and a small, relieved smile appeared. “Really? You’d do that for a stranger?”

“Well… not just any stranger,” you said with a grin. “Someone getting completely drenched in the middle of the street seems worth rescuing.”

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made your heart skip. “Alright… lead the way, then.”

You opened the umbrella wider, letting her step under it. The closeness made your chest flutter—the warmth of her presence contrasted sharply with the chilly rain.